Micky Mason (Martin Herdman) is working hard for the money. Formerly a skilled manual worker, now all he can find are menial, zero hours jobs. He's in the position, familiar to many, of looking after the generation above and below; his Dad is slowly losing himself to dementia, his son is desperately trying to stay clean on an estate where drugs are everywhere. He tries everything to find real work but there's nothing but more of the same. It's not one big thing that sends him over, it's the death by a thousand cuts. He's done nothing wrong, all he's ever tried to do is work hard to provide for his family. He takes a course of action that is completely out of character but that seems to him to be the only way to make a real change.
We're left with a moral dilemma; in a world where the moral compass has shifted so far, so fast, whose version of right and wrong do we go with? But it's not all anguish and despair, it's also warm and tender. And funny. It's about people finding their way through. It's about Micky Mason; a man out there right now doing his best.